Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
10cc,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.